Chocolate Sandwich? I think I will...

Who says Aunt Jenn (or grandma) has to visit for some chocolately goodness for breakfast?

These are the kinds of tactics we have to try now that Ander has given up his noon-time nap. Spreadable energy. Yum.

This is also the only way to get the babe's "bankaaaa" out of his mouth. He's addicted to his grimey, gooey binkie. Ugh.

Yesterday, the kid thought it'd be funny to toss his prized binkie behind Mama's dresser. Little did he know, Mama didn't plan to pull it out. My new favorite phrase while daddy is working overtime? "We'll have to wait for daddy to come home to fix/find/retrieve it." Alexander, surprisingly accepted that we had to wait for daddy to reach the bink.

But as we retreated downstairs for some milk to fill his void, the kid started saying, "different. different." A different binkie. Hoy vey. He knows me too well, there's always a different binkie somewhere... but back to this chocolate. Finger-lickin'.